Country life in all the seasons

Fields of corn, wheat, and cotton.

Land of the country, never forgotten.
Bails of hay and wild cows,
full of pigs and tornado clouds.

Hear the chirping and the crickets hum,
hear the rain pour drum, drum,drum.
Feel the humid air cling to your face,
Watch the birds fly around as they race.

Hear the crunch of the leaves on your feet.
Feel the chill of the afternoon breeze.
Listen to the sound of the crows as they caw,
Walk in the forest and see a print of a dog's paw.

Fell the chill of the bitter sweet air.
Relax on a swing as you swing in the air.
Laugh with the others and join in the fun,
Go to the fairs and eat candy corn, Yum!

Step outside to the bitter cold,
as winter comes like in times of old.
See the snow swirling in the air,
and see the snow and the blankets they wear.

The ice is dangling from the sky,
Make snow angels on the ground as you lie,
Bundle up warm and sit by the fire,
Drinking cocoa with the ones you admire.

Soon the flowers open there eyes,
Look all around and look to the skies.
The chitter and chatter of baby birds' songs,
the sound of spring righting all wrongs.

See the rabbits as they wake up again,
sleeping through winter and reviving again.
See the colors as spring has arrived,
waking up and starting there lives.

Mountain Giants

Watching the world from up above,

Wearing a blanket of snow,

We tower above the ones we love, 

Watching them as they grow.

Curious about the ones that climb our peaks,

Who tarry forward for even weeks,

Watching down as spring unfolds,

And gazing at the marigolds.

A June Night Full of Flying Stars

Twinkling lights fill the night sky,
buzzing everywhere.
Captured in the strangers hand,
full of love and care.
Then the doors to freedom open,
letting the firefly free,
to glow and shine this june night around every plant and tree.
And when i look up in the sky and find the glowing mars,
above me all i see is a night of flying stars.

A Midnight Winter Snow

The ground so bare, dead leaves on the ground.
No trace of snow was able to be found.
No frost, no ice.
No snow on the ground,
Maybe a white Christmas won't come around.

Then a soft little howl and a soft little sound,
filled the air as the snow drifted down.
The clock rang twelve and Christmas came.
A white Christmas full of snow, not frozen rain.  

Wind

I speak to you through calm wind,

down the winding path I blow.

The beautiful sky and the trees below.

A soft, spicy chill on the necks of the children.

Born to this world that was meant to be lived in.

Carrying the birds as they glide down the hill.

Soft little whispers and whistles so still.

The Sunset on the Waves

Can you taste the salty air?

Can you hear the sun say goodnight?

Can you see the sunset on the waves spreading out its light?

Can you feel the beauty in you midsts?

Can you touch the fiery flame?

Do you wish that every night this sunset would be the same?

A Hint of Fall

The leaves not yet brown, but a chill in the air

gives me a hint that fall will soon be here.
The sound of the birds as they make their way
southern for the winter to stay.

The sun, not a blaze anymore in the sky,
makes its way to say good bye,
gives me a hint that fall's growing nigh.